Fic: Detachment Chapter Five
Hey Everyone!
I'm finally posting Chapter Five of Detachment so yay! I'm so sorry for the delay! The next chapter will definitely be along soon!
Enjoy!
-Marvin
Title: Detachment Chapter Five
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, John, Caleb, Pastor Jim, mentions of Sam
Spoilers: Nothing too blatant but most probably some mild spoilers.
Disclaimer: I wish. I don't own anything that pretty and broken.
Summary: Dean gets injured on a solo hunt two years after Sam leaves for college. Angst ensues. Major HurtDean!
Previous Chapters...
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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“Did he say call Sam?” he asked his friends, “He couldn’t have been thinking clearly”
Jim and Caleb continued their work, sowing up his broken son.
“You should call Sam John,” Jim commented gently, “you know Dean wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
John frowned, dismissing the subject. “We’re going to need to wrap his ribs.”
He moved forward, gathering the supplies he needed and approached his wounded son.
* * *
An hour later saw John sitting at Dean’s side, staring at his son’s cell phone. Dean lay in one of Jim’s many spare rooms, having been stitched, bandaged and cared for to the best of their abilities and John sat with him, watching him for any signs of infection. He scrolled through Dean’s contact list, bypassing the seemingly endless list of girl’s names until he found SAM. His thumb hovered over the call button as Dean’s desperate words came back to him
“Call… Sammy…dad….please….please…just…call…”
He had never heard his son sound so desperate, fearful and broken at the same time. John knew his son, Dean had gone silent after Sam left, internalizing his pain and dealing with it before rejoining the interacting world as his old self. John had been relieved and had taken Dean’s return to normal as a gift. He knew deep down that Dean wasn’t okay, he had practically raised Sam, yet he had followed Dean’s example and never spoke of the youngest Winchester. ‘Call Sammy’ Why would Dean want him to call Sammy? He had been hurt worse than this before and he had never wanted his brother informed. It didn’t make sense. John fingered the cell phone again, should he call, take that first step and reach out to his alienated son? He worried about Sam every day, had ever since he’d handed the boy to his brother with the instructions to “Take your brother outside and run! Go Dean go!” but now his little boy was a man, a man who had gotten into one of the most prestigious universities on a full ride. He had been so proud and afraid when Sam had told him about Standford. Of course, his fear had won out and manifested itself as anger. John cursed, why was this so hard, all he had to do was press the little green button, tell Sam what had happened and that his brother had asked for him to call him. Why the hell did Dean have to ask him to do this anyway!? Didn’t he know what it would be like for his father? John leaned back heavily, the answer was yes, Dean did know. Dean knew and yet he’d still asked him to do it. Clearly there was more going on here than he was privy to. John looked at his sleeping son once again, Dean’s face, so carefully guarded and masked during his waking hours, showed the vulnerability and sadness he refused to let it at any other time. John sighed, Dean had asked, no begged, him to do this, Dean, who never made such requests, had asked him to do this. His thumb hovered over the button again. No, he couldn’t do it, not even for Dean. God, what kind of a father was he?
* * *
Downstairs Caleb and Jim sat in Jim’s kitchen nursing Irish coffee’s and trying to recover from the nights’ events. Caleb was the one to finally break the contemplative silence.
“D’you think he’s gonna do it Jim? Do you think John’ll call Sam?”
Jim sighed deeply, “I don’t know Caleb, but, for Dean’s sake, I hope he does.”
Caleb nodded and they fell back into silence, both hoping John would be able to do the right thing for his son. They both looked up when John came in, their gazes questioning, wondering, hoping. John walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself some of Jim’s strong brew.
“How’s Dean?” Jim asked gently
“He’s fine. Sleeping now.” Was his friend’s curt answer
John sat down heavily at the scrubbed wooden table. He took a deep gulp of the rich drink before turning to Jim once again.
“Jim, I need you to call Sam for me.” Jim and Caleb stared at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Dean wants Sam called.” John took another drink.
“John” Jim said gently, “Dean asked you to call Sam.”
John stared at the pockmarked table, he felt himself slipping, ever since Dean had shown up at the door, bruised, bleeding and broken, his emotions had been jumping all over the place. It was too much.
“I can’t Jim.” He whispered “I just can’t.”
Jim nodded at him. “Okay John, you want me to do it now?”
John sighed “Yeah I guess, thanks Jim.”
Jim crossed the kitchen to the living room, going to his phone. He flipped through his phone book, finding Sam’s number and dialing it. It rang four times before he got an answer.
“Pastor Jim?” Sam’s voice sounded worried and desperate, “What’s wrong? How’s Dean? Is he there? Is he hurt?”
“Sam, calm down,” the pastor’s deep voice silenced Sam, “Your brother is here, he came in a few hours ago and he asked that we call you.” He left out the specifics of who Dean made the request to, figuring it for unimportant. Sam was silent.
“Dean’s there?”
“Yes”
“And he asked that you call me?”
“Yes”
“Why isn’t he calling me himself?”
Jim took a deep breath, this was going to be tricky, “Sam” he took a deep breath, “Your brother was on a hunt earlier, he’s been injured pretty seriously but he should be fine.”
Sam was silent for a minute, “Dean’s been hurt?”
“Yes”
“How bad?”
Jim took another breath “Sam, maybe I shouldn’t…”
“Jim” Sam sounded scarily like John at the moment “Tell me how my brother is. Please” It was that plaintive pleading note in Sam’s voice, that tone that was so Sam that persuaded Jim.
“He didn’t know what he was fighting but it was obviously some sort of corporeal creature of some kind. He has some pretty deep claw marks across his chest and back, a mild concussion, several broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and some pretty severe bruises.”
“Is he is okay” Sam sounded like he was five again, asking Jim when his daddy would come home.
“We’ve patched him up Sam he’ll be fine.” As long as he doesn’t get an infection, a pierced lung or fall into a coma he added mentally, figuring Sam didn’t really need to hear it at the moment. Or ever.
Sam was silent again. “Dean called me earlier, he was driving over to your place and he sounded pretty bad. I asked him to call me when he got there. He didn’t tell dad to call me did he?” Jim ran a hand over his face, he knew he had to tread carefully “Dean’s pretty badly injured Sam, he was pretty quiet, I don’t think your father heard him.” Sam sounded relieved, “Okay, good. That’s good.” He paused, “Jim, I have to go now but can you call me if anything changes? Anything at all? Please?” Jim smiled gently
“Of course Sam, I can do that.”
“Thanks Jim”
“Good night Sam. Take care.”
“I will, watch out for Dean okay?”
“Of course.”
The dial tone sounded in Jim’s ear and he slowly replaced the receiver. He felt bad for lying to Sam but he needed to focus on school and he knew Dean would never forgive him for making Sam worry about him. He sighed again, these Winchesters, he loved them to death but they had so many problems…
He turned from the phone and joined John and Caleb in the kitchen once more.
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Chapter Six is
Here
I'm finally posting Chapter Five of Detachment so yay! I'm so sorry for the delay! The next chapter will definitely be along soon!
Enjoy!
-Marvin
Title: Detachment Chapter Five
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, John, Caleb, Pastor Jim, mentions of Sam
Spoilers: Nothing too blatant but most probably some mild spoilers.
Disclaimer: I wish. I don't own anything that pretty and broken.
Summary: Dean gets injured on a solo hunt two years after Sam leaves for college. Angst ensues. Major HurtDean!
Previous Chapters...
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
* * *
“Did he say call Sam?” he asked his friends, “He couldn’t have been thinking clearly”
Jim and Caleb continued their work, sowing up his broken son.
“You should call Sam John,” Jim commented gently, “you know Dean wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
John frowned, dismissing the subject. “We’re going to need to wrap his ribs.”
He moved forward, gathering the supplies he needed and approached his wounded son.
* * *
An hour later saw John sitting at Dean’s side, staring at his son’s cell phone. Dean lay in one of Jim’s many spare rooms, having been stitched, bandaged and cared for to the best of their abilities and John sat with him, watching him for any signs of infection. He scrolled through Dean’s contact list, bypassing the seemingly endless list of girl’s names until he found SAM. His thumb hovered over the call button as Dean’s desperate words came back to him
“Call… Sammy…dad….please….please…just…call…”
He had never heard his son sound so desperate, fearful and broken at the same time. John knew his son, Dean had gone silent after Sam left, internalizing his pain and dealing with it before rejoining the interacting world as his old self. John had been relieved and had taken Dean’s return to normal as a gift. He knew deep down that Dean wasn’t okay, he had practically raised Sam, yet he had followed Dean’s example and never spoke of the youngest Winchester. ‘Call Sammy’ Why would Dean want him to call Sammy? He had been hurt worse than this before and he had never wanted his brother informed. It didn’t make sense. John fingered the cell phone again, should he call, take that first step and reach out to his alienated son? He worried about Sam every day, had ever since he’d handed the boy to his brother with the instructions to “Take your brother outside and run! Go Dean go!” but now his little boy was a man, a man who had gotten into one of the most prestigious universities on a full ride. He had been so proud and afraid when Sam had told him about Standford. Of course, his fear had won out and manifested itself as anger. John cursed, why was this so hard, all he had to do was press the little green button, tell Sam what had happened and that his brother had asked for him to call him. Why the hell did Dean have to ask him to do this anyway!? Didn’t he know what it would be like for his father? John leaned back heavily, the answer was yes, Dean did know. Dean knew and yet he’d still asked him to do it. Clearly there was more going on here than he was privy to. John looked at his sleeping son once again, Dean’s face, so carefully guarded and masked during his waking hours, showed the vulnerability and sadness he refused to let it at any other time. John sighed, Dean had asked, no begged, him to do this, Dean, who never made such requests, had asked him to do this. His thumb hovered over the button again. No, he couldn’t do it, not even for Dean. God, what kind of a father was he?
* * *
Downstairs Caleb and Jim sat in Jim’s kitchen nursing Irish coffee’s and trying to recover from the nights’ events. Caleb was the one to finally break the contemplative silence.
“D’you think he’s gonna do it Jim? Do you think John’ll call Sam?”
Jim sighed deeply, “I don’t know Caleb, but, for Dean’s sake, I hope he does.”
Caleb nodded and they fell back into silence, both hoping John would be able to do the right thing for his son. They both looked up when John came in, their gazes questioning, wondering, hoping. John walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself some of Jim’s strong brew.
“How’s Dean?” Jim asked gently
“He’s fine. Sleeping now.” Was his friend’s curt answer
John sat down heavily at the scrubbed wooden table. He took a deep gulp of the rich drink before turning to Jim once again.
“Jim, I need you to call Sam for me.” Jim and Caleb stared at him.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Dean wants Sam called.” John took another drink.
“John” Jim said gently, “Dean asked you to call Sam.”
John stared at the pockmarked table, he felt himself slipping, ever since Dean had shown up at the door, bruised, bleeding and broken, his emotions had been jumping all over the place. It was too much.
“I can’t Jim.” He whispered “I just can’t.”
Jim nodded at him. “Okay John, you want me to do it now?”
John sighed “Yeah I guess, thanks Jim.”
Jim crossed the kitchen to the living room, going to his phone. He flipped through his phone book, finding Sam’s number and dialing it. It rang four times before he got an answer.
“Pastor Jim?” Sam’s voice sounded worried and desperate, “What’s wrong? How’s Dean? Is he there? Is he hurt?”
“Sam, calm down,” the pastor’s deep voice silenced Sam, “Your brother is here, he came in a few hours ago and he asked that we call you.” He left out the specifics of who Dean made the request to, figuring it for unimportant. Sam was silent.
“Dean’s there?”
“Yes”
“And he asked that you call me?”
“Yes”
“Why isn’t he calling me himself?”
Jim took a deep breath, this was going to be tricky, “Sam” he took a deep breath, “Your brother was on a hunt earlier, he’s been injured pretty seriously but he should be fine.”
Sam was silent for a minute, “Dean’s been hurt?”
“Yes”
“How bad?”
Jim took another breath “Sam, maybe I shouldn’t…”
“Jim” Sam sounded scarily like John at the moment “Tell me how my brother is. Please” It was that plaintive pleading note in Sam’s voice, that tone that was so Sam that persuaded Jim.
“He didn’t know what he was fighting but it was obviously some sort of corporeal creature of some kind. He has some pretty deep claw marks across his chest and back, a mild concussion, several broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and some pretty severe bruises.”
“Is he is okay” Sam sounded like he was five again, asking Jim when his daddy would come home.
“We’ve patched him up Sam he’ll be fine.” As long as he doesn’t get an infection, a pierced lung or fall into a coma he added mentally, figuring Sam didn’t really need to hear it at the moment. Or ever.
Sam was silent again. “Dean called me earlier, he was driving over to your place and he sounded pretty bad. I asked him to call me when he got there. He didn’t tell dad to call me did he?” Jim ran a hand over his face, he knew he had to tread carefully “Dean’s pretty badly injured Sam, he was pretty quiet, I don’t think your father heard him.” Sam sounded relieved, “Okay, good. That’s good.” He paused, “Jim, I have to go now but can you call me if anything changes? Anything at all? Please?” Jim smiled gently
“Of course Sam, I can do that.”
“Thanks Jim”
“Good night Sam. Take care.”
“I will, watch out for Dean okay?”
“Of course.”
The dial tone sounded in Jim’s ear and he slowly replaced the receiver. He felt bad for lying to Sam but he needed to focus on school and he knew Dean would never forgive him for making Sam worry about him. He sighed again, these Winchesters, he loved them to death but they had so many problems…
He turned from the phone and joined John and Caleb in the kitchen once more.
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Chapter Six is
Here